Twenty-five percent less wisdom
I’ve had a wisdom tooth removed, consequently I am 25% less wise – but canny enough to use it an an excuse not to write a post this week.
I’ve had a wisdom tooth removed, consequently I am 25% less wise – but canny enough to use it an an excuse not to write a post this week.
This week, wounds and scar tissue. Not one of my usual efforts, though it is a kind of a Stop and a kind of a Story. I want to give some explanation of why I’ve not been enthusiastically blogging the last few weeks. It all starts with my birth…
Mid-February and the windmills along the Brussels canal in Molenbeek are spinning in the wind. Time to update this blog.
March already: a belated blog update on life in Brussels in bureaucracy, health and sickness – with an interesting fact about Belgian cough medicine.
In which we meditate on hypochondria, my father’s cancer and my family’s gene pool – and take a quick look at Three Men in a Boat.
Just a head cold, people say. Most people seem to think that confessing to having a cold is a bit lame. The fashionable disease is the flu.